Paroles de Can still make cheyenne

Her telephone rang 'bout a quarter to nineShe heard his voice on the other end of the lineShe wondered what was wrong this timeShe never knew what his calls might bringWith a cowboy like him, it could be anythingAnd she always expected the worstIn the back of her mind

He said, it's cold out here and i'm all aloneI didn't make the short go, again and i'm coming homeI know i've been away too longI never got a chance to write or callAnd i know this rodeo has been hard on us allBut i'll be home soonAnd honey is there somethin' wrong

She said, don't bother comin' homeBy time you get here i'll be long goneThere's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo manHe said, i'm sorry it's come down to thisThere's so much about you that i'm gonna missBut it's alright babyIf i hurry i can still make cheyenneGotta go now babyIf i hurry i can still make cheyenne

He left that phone danglin' off the hookThen slowly turned around and gave it one last lookThen he just walked awayHe aimed his truck toward that wyoming lineWith a little luck he could still get there in timeAnd in that cheyenne wind he could still hear her say

She said, don't bother comin' homeBy time you get here i'll be long goneThere's somebody new and he sure ain't no rodeo manHe said, i'm sorry it's come down to thisThere's so much about you that i'm gonna missBut it's alright babyIf i hurry i can still make cheyenneGotta go now babyIf i hurry i can still make cheyenne

She never knew what his calls might bringWith a cowboy like him, it could be anythingAnd she always expected the worstIn the back of her mind